/dusts her off. considering apping her again

[gwenhwyfar]

Like I'm sort of artifact left on a shelf?

That didn't take long for you, did it. And over something so ridiculous. I don't care, I don't know how many times I tell you this.

Maybe I don't want to be a queen.

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[warriorscribe]

A...queen?

[gwenhwyfar]

Yes, my mother betrothed me to a king before I was born.

[warriorscribe]

Oh...I can't imagine that could have gone as planned...

[gwenhwyfar]

A nephilim born out of wedlock to a queen? Not entirely.

[warriorscribe]

...I'm sorry.

*A pause.*

Why would you be made a queen if you went to the game your mundane plans for you?

[gwenhwyfar]

Why ever for?

And thankfully, no. Not there. Evidently, an alternate Arthur is there.

[Like she wants to call anyone a "future husband"]

[warriorscribe]

For...what your life must have been. *The subject of scandal, surely, and through no fault of her own. It doesn't matter what she is, really. And it wasn't as if the Nephilim in his world weren't victims, either.*

And your mundane is sending you there because he is?

[gwenhwyfar]

[The nephilim in her world aren't exactly cut clean, either. That doesn't even touch upon her teenaged years.]

Certainly appears that way... whatever childish hopes she hopes to accomplish. "Missing me" and all of that.

[warriorscribe]

*Well, neither are his, but...that's only for when they get older.*

There's nothing wrong with wanting to play you somewhere, but...that's certainly not a pleasant reason to do it.

[gwenhwyfar]

There are far worse reasons. I should be fortunate that my appetite will be gone here, dear scholar. You know what they say about us.

[warriorscribe]

*He nods solemnly.* I do know. I've seen it for myself...